Page 22 of Big Nick Energy

“Men have needs,” he repeated with a darker undertone, then his tongue swiped his bottom lip, but his eyes? His eyes never wavered from mine. “You have no idea, little girl.” He hefted me up, and before I knew it, we were up and I was in his arms. With my legs around his waist, he carried me like I weighed nothing.

“Men, real men, might have needs, but they also have self-control,” he informed me calmly, almost too calmly, as he walked through the theatre room and living room.

I might have been the one who was being carried, but my breathing felt choppy. The blood in my body felt like it rushed and roared in my ears.

“Mr. Mar?—“

“Nick,” he corrected. His soft caramel-toned eyes darkened as he kicked open the door of a bedroom.

Not that I looked anywhere but him. Not when he stopped walking and my upper body was pressed against a wall. His headdipped down, his body pressed close, and my hips squirmed trying to get him back where I wanted him.

Where I need him.

But he didn’t press that large part of himself against me. I knew it was costing him to keep that space. I knew if I wanted to, I could have pushed him back. He would set me down and give me space. I knew it in my bones. I wasn’t scared of him, not even a little bit.

I wasn’t even worried about everything I felt when it came to him.

His gaze bore into mine. His nose flared sexily. Like he was this big bad animal trying to contain himself from going feral. And that’s when I noticed it. Something had changed in that intense smoldering heat reflected in his stare.

“Or daddy, if you want,” he whispered roughly. I trembled. There was no stopping it. My eyes shut lightly while I soaked in the heat of his body, the fact he was so close yet too far.

And he had called himself daddy.He knows.

Or by some kind of weird fate, we both were into the same kink. That’s when I felt his forehead skim against mine. His breath tickled my lips.

“That’s what you want to call me, isn’t it, baby girl?” My eyes opened and my mind couldn’t grasp what I was seeing. His hands tightened around my ass cheeks, and even through the flannel, I could feel his hold on me tighten.

“Nick,” I rasped. My chest rose and fell like I had gone on a long run. I couldn’t lie. I did want to call him that. I’d always fantasized about it. It felt like the word could easily tumble past my lips like the rightest possible thing.

“A man, a real one, is like a predator in the jungle,” he started to say in a warning tone. I stilled. Anticipation sparked through me. “When he sets his sight on what he wants, what he needs, it doesn’t matter how long he might have to wait. Nothing or noone will satisfy the hunger he feels deep inside.” His nose ran along the bridge of mine, and I shivered. My body felt like it was lit up, like a line of Christmas lights. Twinkling and dancing to life.

“I haven’t been with anyone.” The tortured tinge in his voice made me melt. “The only one I could think about, the only one my body gets excited for is you, baby.”

“Daddy,” I whined. The word slipped past my lips, and he touched them in the briefest, lightest kiss.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, and I loved the praise. It made my feet feel lighter, almost like I could float up in the air. “My beautiful, sweet girl,” he rasped before kissing me. If I’d thought his kiss was amazing before, that one left the last couple in the dust. His firm yet gentle mouth was demanding.

Hungry.

Talented.

It was endearing with the way his hands shook slightly before he pulled my tank up and over my head. Then his mouth was once again on my neck.

“Nick,” I panted.

“Say it, baby,” he encouraged, his raspy tone making my pussy flutter. “What do you want to call me?”

“Daddy,” I whimpered and then cried out when he bit my shoulder.

“So fucking sweet. So fucking mine,” he growled, the sound vibrating against my flesh.

His mouth dropped to my breasts, and just like with everything I had seen him do, he did it with confidence. I had chosen a lacey soft pink bra without any lining just in case I got a chance to see him today. And oh god, I was glad I had planned ahead. His mouth licked through the lace. The heat and pull of his mouth zipped through me, and I felt the spark betweenmy legs. I was wet and needy. Squirming against his abdomen, wishing he were wearing fewer clothes.

“Daddy,” I cried when he started to really suck on my nipples.

“Fucking like that, don’t you, princess?” he rumbled.

“Yes,” I hissed.

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